Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything related to the show. No money is being made from this, otherwise I would be rich.

A/N: So, every since I seen 'Judgment Day', I wanted to write something from Jenny's POV, and recently I heard the song from Moby and Patti LaBelle called, 'One of These Mornings' and thought it somehow fit with her. If you haven't heard the song, I recommend it. So, here it is. It's a pretty short piece and I'm not quite sure how much I like it. Be gentle!

Rating: PG possibly for references of death.

Pairing: Jen/Gibbs

Sacrifice

Dust catches on the wind and rides it in a swirling storm cloud before settling back to the ground as she stares out the diner's dirty window. Heat glimmers off the hot pavement as she watches for a sign of her seemingly hovering death, a million thoughts wonder through her mind now. Regret bubbles to the surface and she blinks back the tears that have managed to find their way to her eyes, she has no time for regret now.

She had laid awake the last two nights wondering about this decision. Weighing out the pros and cons of each outcome and she even though she knows how many hearts will break, this is the right choice. She had never liked to feel helpless and every since she had gotten the diagnosis from Ducky, that's all she had felt. Sitting alone in her den, there were many times her hand had hovered over the paper trying to find the right words to tell him everything she had been hiding from him since she had been appointed the new director of NCIS. And each time nothing seemed to make sense or come out right.

But it never did when it came to Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He was the type of man that made smart women dumbstruck and want to throw away their lives if he was to love them. And love him she had, every since Paris. She could still remember him asking her to return the states with him and her answer of 'no' and how heartbroken he had looked. He wasn't part of her ten year plan. She lets loose a low, bitter chuckle. What she wouldn't give to turn back the hands of time; go back to that moment knowing then what she knows now. She would have said yes, left Paris and returned with him.

Maybe they would have worked. Maybe they would have gone their separate ways in the end. But she would have had his love and now that would have been enough. Either way, it seems they would have been damned from the beginning. A tragic love story of two people who were never meant to be with one another. A modern day Romeo and Juliet, with one exception. Only her life would end today. The ultimate sacrifice for her hero.

Closing her eyes, images of him flash across her mind's eye and silent tears finally escape down her cheeks. Shattered pieces of her heart lay at her feet as she realizes what a tremendous mistake her life has been without him in it. There was so much unfinished business between them, so much left unsaid. The sound of car doors slamming startles her and she knows it's time for her last stand.

Time is running out now, her laying staring at the ceiling of the old diner, her making no attempt to help herself as blood pools beneath her. Wincing, she moves a little, it's getting harder for her to breathe as she struggles to sit up. Finding it useless, she closes her eyes as she lays her head against the dirty floor, her final breath a whisper of,

"I'm so sorry, Jethro…"

Silence is the only sound now, no echoes of gunfire or shouts of confusion or anger. Her body begins to cool, the soul of who she used to be gone when Tony and Ziva find her. There's anger and sorrow, guilt eating away at the young agents who feel responsible for her death. They will never know she did to save him, her suicide an end to her own future suffering. And when he comes, he will not see her body long gone cold.

Only the blood she spilled for him.

Finis